For my regular readers I want to apologize for not getting the continuing story “On The Run” posted on Tuesday as promised. I’ve had a paying job come up and it’s deadline is the 25th so I’ve been busy with that plus other personal stuff.
I will get it done and it will be posted this Tuesday, Oct 22! So hang in there, Amber and crew are coming back. For those of you who haven’t read it yet you can click on the title above and it will take you to the latest installment. Thank you all for being so patient with me.
Now on to Friday Fictioneers for this week!
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and an end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
Make every word count.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is our hostess for this writing endeavor. Please click on her name to read the few rules we try to follow. Or if you just want to read some fantastic stories based on the same picture, click on her name, scroll down till you meet the little blue fella and then click on him. Enjoy!
Genre: Literary fiction (100 words)
The only sound was the soft whooshing of water lapping at rubber wheels.
Those carts were the only thing left standing. The building that they belonged to was gone. Vanished in the great flood. Like it had never been.
Soldiers standing in defiance of Mother Nature. Empty baskets waiting to be filled, but never will again.
Everything gone, washed away, but those sentinels of metal. They are the only thing left to mark the spot of a town, life, people, gone now.
Echoes of laughter suddenly heard upon soft wind, drowned in the cold water not to be again.